You are just sitting on the balcony minding your own. Watching the dead mill about below. They have spread out some so you only see about a hundred of them down there. Still far too many. Every once in a while you still hear blood curdling scream or gun shots somewhere in this cursed city. There is little to do up here and you start pacing to kill time. That's when a sniper op far off rooftop sees you. He aims carefully and fires but you are a long ways off. What should have been a head shot strikes your shoulder and spins you off the roof top. You feel a horrible flash of pain and you right arm is nearly severed and the force launches you. You fall and land on the fire escape two story's below, break a ankle and the wrist of your already ruined arm in the clanging landing.